For every time I’ve been in love, the way it sat with me hit different. From heart to heart, I grew from their endings as I grew in maturity, so every new love resonated in a fuller way.

This one right here feels so rooted in a safe way that comes from myself. Hard to explain.

I’ve loved and had my hand held. I’ve been hurt and triggered by abandonment. I’ve laughed and fucked. I’ve projected and cried in my lonesome.

But I’ve forgiven, and allowed the love a new way to grow here. In friendship and honesty. And it’s been heartwarming.

The way love moves when you let yourself feel it. To receive and provide, to teach and to learn. To get it right and get it wrong, and to hush your ego in every single step.

I’m learning not to be so finite with people. How to come back knowing I have the power to walk. KNOWING.

I will never forget my therapist telling me I am not above hurting and getting hurt. That pain is not reserved for certain people. We ALL learn lessons thru each other, and our fear to do so is nonsensical.

It won’t feel good but the growth will.

I choose growth.
I choose showing people who they are.
I choose letting them fall on their face to see themselves.
I choose loving them thru that pain, whether from a distance or at their side.
I choose the CHOICE to leave/stay.
I choose my power.
I choose my love.